Jun 30, 2017
#44
To put You on canvas Is to use the black to paint the sun Or to try to hold in a jar the wind.
The blush from your roaring name, The coal churned into the light - You can only be drawn with The pigments of the divine longing.
Soaking a brush in a tear-salt pond, Painting in falling, desperate strokes, With the eyesignt lost in The mud of Your land’s dust - Only a mad artist may behold You.
30th June 2017, Radhadesh, Belgium